Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.